«A honeyed shade has covered / The Alexandrian halls / Pushkin / She has kissed Anthony's dead lips already, / Already knelt and wept at Cæsar's feet. / Servants betrayed her. In the sprawling darkness / Rome's Eagle screams and trumpets her defeat. In comes the last man captive to her...»
«You'll surely come. So why wait anymore? / I'm waiting for you. I am through. / My light is out. My doors are open for / The simple wonder that is you. / So take whatever guise might strike your fancy: / Blast chemical weapons through my room, / Come quiet as the nightstick of a gangster...»
«But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. / Genesis 19:26 The righteous man then trailed Jehovah's guide, / Hulking and bright, across a ridge of black, / But in his wife a keening anguish cried: / “It's not too late for you. You can look back upon your S...»
«There are three periods of memory. / The first of them is like a yesterday, / The soul basks in the blessings of their vault, / The body takes its glory in their shade. / Laughter has not yet passed away, tears gush, / The blot is not yet bleached out of the desk, / The kiss, like a hear...»